Not a blog

When Darkness of Night obsures all the Light,

I feel all alone.

When Heavens are brass, and though I may ask,

No Answer would come.

When my Faith is weak, the future looks bleak,

And life seems so wrong,

I've learnt to say, "Jesus, Jesus, please make me strong!"

When life's fondest dreams, my plans and my schemes

Refused to come true.

When that which I prize, for which my heart cries,

I cannot pursue.

When God's ways seem strange,

I'm prone to complain, "My Blessings are few!"

I've learnt to say, "Jesus, Jesus, please see me through!"

I've learnt that He cares and He shares in my hour

Of sorrow and grief.

I've learnt that He chastens,

But hastens to bring me welcome relief.

I've learnt that my Saviour is waiting and willing to dry all my tears.

I've learnt to say,"Jesus, Jesus, thank you for calming my fears."

When my work is done,

And life's setting sun begins to sink fast.

When temptation sores afflict me no more,

They're part of the past.

When Eternity is Reality, and done are my tasks.

Then I will say, " Jesus, Jesus, thank you, I'm home at last!"

Don't know why, but the tune of the old chorus has been ringing in my head the last few days. Haven't been able to remember all the words, and thus resolved to dig it out. I suppose this is a really old chorus that no churches sing anymore. You won't even find it in the net. I probably won't know it too, if not that for the fact that I "originated" from a real historic church whose choir would appreciate and sing the yellow pages left from the youth of the grey-haired (at least during my time)... Nontheless, the words are no less meaningful.

So many times, questions asked yield no answers. In fact, there are many more times where God seems too far even for questions. Other times, I even feel that I don't know how to take the next step - or leap.

Is life to be one that follow the "normal cycle" that everyone else is leading?

It's so odd. Recently, I have been feeling that I need to stand for dreams to which I can prize. Dreams..... that I am also unsure of. Other times, the lazy side of me just settle for being dragged along what presents behind the veils with time... anyway.... I guess I am going out of point.....

In fact, I logged in not exactly to blog, but because I'd want to log the old chorus that speaks of something to me somewhere I won't forget.... I love reading words... I cannot imagine how the history of music can predate the written word.... I mean... I can't deny that music can swell emotions, but somehow, I think they are ornaments to stories conveyed in words. But music emptied with words are.... ermmm..... harder to appreciate.... ah well, at least for me.... I cannot really fully appreciate pure instrumental symphonies. But I love musicals though....

Anyway....guess that just prove even more that I am not musically inclined !

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